I am a sucker for those heavy, double blooms. I love them despite their neediness.
They are the over-achiever flowers. They need extra care because they go for broke blooming.
Rain wreaks havoc on them. Their poor little heads bow down with the water weight.
They need staking and shaking.
Who can resist such extravagance?
I will shake and stake every spring because these doubles are irresistible.
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I wait for them every spring. Sometimes there are hundreds. Other years there are dozens.
I dread the spring there are none. I hope I never see it.
Bill Troutman gave me these seeds decades ago.
His stand of them was right next to the street. The blooms were all doubles back then.
Over the years, single blooms started appearing. Now, there are mostly singles.
I have tried to save the seeds of the doubles over the years, but I do not know that it matters.
I feel responsible for saving his poppies. Plants are a responsibility, so is land.
Humans tend to see everything as a possession with a dollar value. There will always be money.
The artist is long gone. All that remains are his paintings and his poppies.
They are both valuable beyond measure to me.
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I have strong feelings about these flowers.
The seeds were a gift from an artist friend decades ago.
Bill Troutman is no longer alive, but his poppies bloom each May to remind me of this wonderful man.
The blooms remind me of Bill, but the pods remind me of how people ruin things.
Opium can now be produced synthetically, by-passing the poppy.
Some places still use this plant’s sap to produce the drug.
Humans make the drug. Poppies are just plants.
They do what plants are supposed to do. Make flowers and seeds.
I love these poppies.
Poppies don’t make opium, people do.
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Every year when the poppies pop, I walk through them in awe.
How could they be this red? …this beautiful? …this perfectly made?
I hope I never lose the feeling I get when looking into a poppy bloom.
They are marvelous. They are spectacular.
How can a tiny black speck grow into such magnificence?
Let me add the lesson the poppies have taught me.
I have planted them various places in my gardens over the years,
but they thrive in a place that I would prefer that they not grow.
They love the edge of our vegetable garden.
Mr. Flower has to plow around them. We have to plant around them.
We let them stay here because we love them so much.
My saying for me has been “Grow where you are planted”.
Now that I have young adult children, my saying for them is,
“Plant yourself where you can grow”.
The poppies taught me this.
They thrive and bloom best where they plant themselves,
NOT where Mama Flower sowed their seeds.
POP goes the FLOWER!
I am ashamed to admit that I usually don’t mix my small seeds with sand.
It can be seen on my hand how this mix would better space the seeds.
Poppy seeds are also tiny and tend to blow while sown.
This leads to over-crowding and the need to thin seedlings.
Sometimes I wait too late to thin, which disrupts the roots of the plants left.
Last week I mixed my poppy seeds with sand before sowing them.
I liked that I could see where I had sown the seeds.
Hopefully, this year’s poppies will be less crowded than last year’s crop.
If I have given you my red, double “Bill Troutman” poppy seeds; you need to sow them soon. They are early risers.
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